Last modified on Mon 24 May 2021 05.25 EDT D uring lockdown, the Bush theatre joined forces with the BBC to film Phoebe Eclair-Powellâs razor-sharp monologue about social media toxicity and trolling. It was a standout drama, not only for Leanne Bestâs delicious performance as a lonely estate agent who becomes an obsessed âfrenemyâ to a social media influencer but also for the intimacy it conjured on screen. It was hard to imagine a staged version, with a different actor, that could better this gloweringly brilliant film. Yet here it is, live at the Bush, this time starring Kelly Gough in a performance that has the same twisted relish as the film, but with added physicality. Tense, heady and full of savage laughter, it is intoxicating from beginning to end. Eclair-Powellâs script still glints and her barbed wit stings. But the production is filled with viscerality and visual thrills, from the creepy shifts in Lee Curranâs lighting to Jasmin Kent Rodgmanâs jittery sound design and the surreal sight of a giant toy rabbit â less Alice in Wonderland than circus nightmare â slumped at the back of the stage and violently disembowelled over the course of the drama.